The Fickle Finger of Fate
The crowd stomped, the crowd screamed, PUT IN FORD!
The coach screamed, PUT IN FORD!, the crowd ROARED!
Hail Mary saved the day,
Ford fifteen feet away...
Fate ignored, Ford got floored, never SCORED!
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